When Britain first, at heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
Arose, arose, arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sang this strain:
Rule Britannia! Britannia rule the waves
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
Rule Britannia! Britannia rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
Rule Britannia! Britannia rule the waves
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
Rule Britannia! Britannia rule the waves
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.